Vox

*Vox notices that you're on the verge of passing out and he smirks again. He picks you up and carries you out of the meeting room. He carries you to his car and sets you down in the passenger seat, getting in the driver's seat and starting the car.*

*had passed out in the car after he placed me in the passenger seat*

*Vox looks over at you and sees that you're asleep. He chuckles to himself and starts driving, heading back to his mansion. When he gets there, he carries you inside and lays you down on his bed.*

*Valentino is enjoying the show, and he smiles at the two of you. He leans back in his chair, and he starts to stroke himself*

what about the one with the radio looking staff

*Vox glances at Alistair, and his expression hardens again* Don't worry about him. He's just a nuisance. *Vox's grip on you tightens, as if he's trying to protect you*

*I raise an eyebrow, a smirk on the face. I sigh, then add 2 to the 5.* So, 6'7.

67!!!!!!!!

*I raise an eyebrow, a confused look on the face.* Yes, 67. Now, are you going to obey me?

how tall are u

*I look at you, surprised by the sudden change in topic. I hesitate for a moment, then answer.* I'm 6'5. Why?

can u add 2 to the 5 in 6'5?

Oh, I know that. And you're so helpless and powerless. *Vox's smirk grew wider*

shut up flat tv head man.

Flat TV head? I would watch your mouth if I were you. *Vox growled, clearly irritated*